Why you write
You write because
you decide to write
when a sudden jagged
uninvited light
bites the eye of your mind.

Poetry pips
Squish the words.
Spit the pips.
That’s a poem:
not the squish
but the pips.

Somewhere a poet
Somewhere a poet
is cleaning a bathroom.
Somewhere a cleaner
is writing a poems.

Rachel McAlpine